You’re driving along the road, just minding your own business when out of nowhere, BAMM. Another car just hit you, you’re frozen in shock unsure of what to do next. Finally, you snap out of it and realize what just happened to you. You get out of what’s left of your car and inspect the damage that’s been done. For some people this might just seem like a scary story, something that they never want to go through, but for me it is a reality. It’s May 25th, around 6:00pm, and I am hanging out around the house after just finishing up dinner with my family. I had been planning on buying a new video game that had just came out, but my brother was using the car that we share, so I had no way of getting there. While I was sitting around my house I …show more content…
I thanked her again and again for letting me use the car, and told her that I would go right to GameStop and back. As I headed out the do I was planning the quickest route to get there, I decided to take 1-50 and make the turn by Walmart. It’s was about 6:15 by then and I was hoping that all the rush hour traffic would be gone and I would be able to make it there and back without have to sit around in bumper to bumper traffic for a half an hour. Although I wasn’t bumper to bumper traffic, it still wasn’t clear and I ended up waiting to make a turn for about ten …show more content…
She immediately called an ambulance and then went to each car and checked everyone out, the guy in the white car only had a minor cut on his upper arm. Me and the woman next to me were fine, and I told her that the guy in the white car was not responding to me, so she went over there and staring talking to him and trying to get his attention. While she was doing this I called my parents and told them where I was and what happened, they asked if I was alright and said they were on their way over. Then the ambulance and the police arrived, they got the guy out got his car and put him into ambulance and took him off to the hospital. Then they went over to everyone else, they asked me how I was feeling, if I was injured or anything like that and I told them I was fine and that my car only took some minor damage. Then the police came over and asked me for my license and registration. After getting everyone’s information they started asking the usual questions, trying to put a story together and figure out what
Commonly, vehicular collisions are considered a negative occurrence. Dave Eggers hints towards this mindset in his short story Accident. Plotted in the middle of an intersection in 2005, the story commences with the main character driving his automobile through the intersection and striking an older Camaro. The three teenagers in the Camaro are fine, but the main character notices all the damage he has done to their vehicle and he fears an unpleasant encounter with them. Dave Eggers uses irony throughout the situation to illustrate the main character’s relief. The characters’ involvement with the collision emphasizes Egger’s theme that no matter how unfortunate an incident, positivity can result.
The racecar was not the most creative or what some would call beautifully designed. But the owner and his father worked for weeks on that little wooden block to turn it into something the ten-year-old boy could be proud to race. A previous race showed what needed to be done for a car to make it in the top five. After careful designing, sanding, painting, and graphite the car was finished.
I started to walk across the street to my friend Lacey’s house. Lacey lives just outside Detroit, but like my family, her family comes to the cape for the summer. Our families’ have been friends for about 10 years, but we normally don’t see or talk to each other during the year, only summertime seems to bring us together. Traditionally Lacey and I leave for the beach together, even at age 7 we walked with our mothers, so I knew I had to tell her about this errand before I left for town.
I walked around to the other side of my car and crouched to the ground. I pulled my knees into my chest and was swarmed with a crowd of strangers. Cops, Fire Fighters, the other drivers involved, and even some bus passengers asking if I was okay. My anxiety was acting up and it was clear one of the officers on scene noticed. He shooed the swarm away from me and sat beside me, taking my license, registration, and proof of insurance. He told me everything was going to be okay, made sure I had called my mom, and stepped away to start
Awoken by his alarm clock, 12-year-old Jimmy Clark got up on Friday morning and began his day with breakfast.
Once I got to the house, I parked the car and went inside. I knocked on the door and when I was greeted inside by Angela (let’s just call her that, because frankly I can’t even remember her name.) Angela then asked, “Oh my gosh, you got your license?”
The day started off like any average day, I took a hot shower, got dressed and got prepared for the day. It wasn’t until I sat down and started eating my bowl full of cheerios with extra sugar, that I realized what was actually happening. Today would be the day I finally bought my first car, after a year of hard work and conservative economic decisions.
If you have never taught a little girl how to drive, then be prepared for the ride of your life. I love my little cousin, but she made this day the most interesting, hard, and annoying ever. Teaching her involved one wreck, and one long lecture from our grandparents. Even though driving a side-by-side is very exciting, my little cousin made it the worst thing in the world.
What happens if I get in a car crash on my way to school? A million thoughts at one time, racing through my head. I never had the time to process all of them. Most mornings, I lay in my bed and have to take a few deep breaths to begin my hectic but not so hectic day. That’s just the beginning.
Gripping the steering wheel as my grandpa turned down the music as a weak attempt to calm my nerves: it didn't work. With his calm white version of Morgan Freeman voice he turned to me with his sympathetic eyes and said, “Ease off the clutch and onto the gas…” With a sigh, moan, and an eyeroll I attempted again, and yet, I stalled out on the corner of State and Acadia. Infuriated, I sprung from the driver's seat and insisted my grandfather Drive the orange roller skate he called a car.
I have recently had bad experiences with my vehicle. I have been trying to get it up to par, buying new parts to try and make it run the way it should. I know it’s not a new car and I am well overdue for a upgrade, but I try to save money and do mechanical work for myself, I know I’m a girl, but I believe in my mind that I can make this happen. I have recently changed enough parts for the car to almost buy a better running vehicle. While attempting my seemingly impossible mission, I have realized the hard way that it is impossible to keep up with a car that has never been properly maintained.
I remember it like it happened yesterday. I am sprawled out on my bed doing homework. The phone rings for what seems like the hundredth time that evening. I answer it with a snap of annoyance. My best friend, Stephanie, on the other end, does not respond to my welcome with the usual "What are you doing?" I immediately know something is wrong. This time, her response is "Who, at school, drives a white Honda CRX?" Stephanie proceeds to explain the fatal car accident she is driving past on Interstate 81.
I know you tired of taking me places all the time and picking me up. Interrupting your busy schedule. I can’t fix all your problems but I can fix a couple. Mom and Dad I would like to work on getting license and a car, but I can’t do it on my own. This makes life easier for you and me. I know it’s all a long process.
Throughout my life, I have always faced setbacks of numerous calibers, but none were as major as the predicament I was put into in early March 2017. It all started around 10:00 P.M. when my friends and I wanted to go get food at our local Wendys. Usually, my friend Justin is a very safe driver, but this time was different. Believing the car coming towards us was going to stop because we were turning into a drive-thru and the street we were turning into had a red light, he began to turn onto the street that led to the drive-thru. To Justin’s surprise, the car did not stop and flew right into the front of our car on the passenger side; which is where I was sitting. After that, I flew into the dashboard because my seatbelt was not locked, and lost consciousness for
I lived with my father for my entire life, but due to his work I did not spend much time with him. My father worked at a different city; and thus he comes home only a few times a month. My father is a mechanic. He works at a company that is distant from our home. This was due to the company being the only one and the first where cars were being assembled in Ethiopia. Sometimes on the weekends I used to go to his work place. He would give me a trip of the place; the station was filled with vehicles, trucks, and motorcycles. It was separated by sections. In each section there were only one type of vehicle and the assembly process was shown step by step. From a fuse to large engine of the car, components were getting attached.